“Restrain your impatience, I beseech you,” said Piper, pulling the boat
up securely. “In good time I will reveal all. Just now, if you’ve any
cold snack in the larder, I would satiate the cravings of the inner
man.”
Nor could they induce him to relieve their curiosity until he had eaten.
When, presently, he wiped a few crumbs from his mouth with the back of
his hand and leaned with a sigh of satisfaction against the trunk of a
tree, they again insisted on an explanation.
“Friends and fellow citizens,” began Sleuth.
“This ain’t no stump speech,” interrupted Crane. “Come daown to earth
and get it aout of yeour system as quick as yeou can.”
“Well, then, I’ve been visiting.”
“Visiting?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“The gentleman who called on us and entertained us with such beautiful,
well-polished and interesting tales.”
“Granger,” said Grant.
Sleuth nodded. “Yes, I was seized by a consuming desire to visit Mr.
Granger in his cabin retreat.”
“But how did you gug-gug-get across there?” asked Springer. “Did you
tut-tramp it all the way round the lake?”
“If you will kindly permit me to recount my doings in my own way, you
will become informed in a manner regular and satisfactory. I did not
walk around the lake shore. I have never seen a fiction writer in the
throes of composition, and always I have longed to know how they do it.
Therefore, it didn’t take me long to decide that I would casually drop
in upon Mr. Charles Granger with the design of discovering him at his
labors. With this in my mind, I made arrangements with Simpson to take
me across the lake in his boat at ten o’clock today.”
“Why didn’t you tut-tell us what you was going to do?” questioned Phil,
a bit resentfully.
“Because I feared that some of you would insist on accompanying me, and
it was not at all likely that Granger would be pleased to have several
of us come in upon him. Furthermore, I wished to ask him some questions
concerning his labors and his methods of writing stories, and it is said
that some authors are much disinclined to talk about their business. I
fancied that, alone, I could obtain much more satisfaction. It was
necessary for Simpson to show me where Granger was to be found.”
“And you found him?” said Grant.
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